HUNGRY

 

I am hungry for your forgiveness and I have no idea why.

But, I am ravenous for anything besides this cop-out silence

This head buried in hands woods on a foggy day silence

This furrowed eyebrows, twitching fingertips, beach in the freezing cold silence

This losing things, cigarette ash in sidewalk crack, car battery dying silence

 

I think I would feel less alone if I knew that you still thought of me as a person, and not a fragment of the dust particles collecting beneath the seats of your car while you’re afraid of driving in the city.

 

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